drove and drove and drove.
uber has figured out how to take most of the profit away from the drivers while making themselves billionaires.
i guess thats the american dream?
pretty girls flirted with me. people told me secrets. and if someone overheard a conversation i had they woulda sworn someone proposed to me and i said yes.
you should never dare me, america. im sorta down for whatever.
growing up where i did, truth or dare was an olympic sport. there was no shame, nor should there be. truth? nothing in here is true? dare? what can you dare a former xbi agent to do that life hasnt already run us through four five times before we were 23?
within the same hour two wonderful young ladies admitted their secret shames to me. talk about the stars aligning. its interesting how other peoples secrets that haunt them often dont mean anything alarming to me.
like if boy george finally came out to his parents. wouldnt his parents say, do you think we didnt know?
thats what i said, twice, because i have not read the book about what to say after someone pours their heart out to you. other than the truth: its no big deal, bb. is there anything else you want to reveal? no? that was really it? thats whats eating at you? you didnt kill anyone? youre not really a man? you didnt secretly poison puppies at the pound?
we are all gonna die and st. peter is gonna be at the pearly gates and now joan rivers is gonna be there too and peter is gonna have a long list of things we did that were super bad and joan is gonna ask why we wore what we wore when we did it.
and hopefully they will feel about our sins the way i feel about yours: those are all normal stumbles on this dark cobblestone path called life.
your heart meant well and you did what you thought was the right move at the right time.
no go in peace, nirvana is tuning up in the secret spot.